Here I sit reminded by the words “Vengeance is mine” as you prance around sticking out your chicken breast chest. Your progeny cried out my name and I felt the sorrow of the moment. Precious child. Bless. I think he knows the truth: A pawn used to the satisfaction of the player, you sit like a king as the pieces of your life hide who you really are. Fight your own damn battle you coward! Even your desperate queen glides in any and every direction justifying how weak of a piece you really are. A rookie at its best! I do not seek your downfall brother, but as a civilian to the Kingdom, I really wish you would check yourself, mate!
Check yourself, mate!